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A man who looked old- always for years tidied and swept the floors of the church. He’d mop the fans, chairs, walls…he did everyday- indif..
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There is a mild mind from which your priest forth his sermons, a holy mind, a repentant heart. But this past days I haven’t had such, perhaps fo..
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If I die before the august cold,Lay me there in aegus highWhere the youths and babes are buriedIn the deep mist, where eyes have no useLay my face in ..
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When light sprout in overgrown darknessWhere fate was preset ‘pon palms lineJourneys one in dying phase of old dayTowards seers to unwrap immine..
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Crow of the c**k calls into pleasant dreams,The ray from the aged untamed fury sun gladdens and saddens him,The greet from the aging locust peddler se..
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Descend atop soul sanity mask in madnessFrom above heaven whose eyes within seeBeyond shores existence laid meBurying me in ere twainGusting world min..
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My father says-We live in vanities and disguise is no lieThat we must go hungry sometimesTo remind us of those without foodAnd stay outdoors in the fr..
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Night cometh,-With the absence of you-It wakens a loathing for the eraAnd there in it I whisper-Day shall come, it shallWith the presence of you-And t..
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It was the season-The sun endangered the flowersWith its splendid warmthWhen fields were green with hayAnd lovers stirred mad by emotionsPut to death-..
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In a garden of rosary pea I do lie, a gentle wind-There to perish, I softly swirl- yearning release-From undying grief brought by a season, mad in nat..
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